Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ghana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing John Foxx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
The Wake,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.